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AMY SONGSTER. 



DEDICATED TO THE ARJIT OP NORTHERS VIRGINIA. 




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THE AMY SONGSTER. 



LIBERTY. 

Song and Chobus — Air from Puritani. 

Composed by Capt. Sutherlan, of Lynchburg, Va., of the 
11th Va. M-egimtnt, afttr the first battle of Manassas. 

Awake! arise my warriors, 

Liberty, your mother calls to you, 

Tyranny comes with accursed chains, 
Grasp firm each vengeful weapon true. 

There's truth in the flash of your naked steei, 

Now when the Tyrant plants his heel 

Upon your sacred mother's breast, 

And robs her sons of rest. 

Chorus. 
Awake! arise my warriors, 

And 'midst the battle's fiery breath, 
Shout your war-cry as you strike, 

Liberty! Liberty or Death. 

On glorious Manassas' sunlit plain, 

Down came the Tyrant with a boast — 
Down came he to the feast of Death, 

Where now is all his mighty host? 
Go count the skulls upon the ground 

Where hungry ravens pick their food, 
And the parched earth did drink that day, 

And quench her thirst with blood. 

Chosus — Awake ! &c. 



AEMT SONGSTER. 

On my warriors! on my braves! 

Beyond Potomac's waters blue ; 
Spare not one accursed foe 

Although he crouch and pray to yon. 
On ye Southrons to the charge, 

Now when Mars — the blood red star — 
Her crimsoned banner o'er you waves, 

And shakes the world with war. 

Chorus— To the charge, to the charge. 
My warriors, &c. 



CALL ME NOT BACK FROM THE ECHOLESS 
SHORE. 

Reply to Rock Me to Sleep, Mother. 

Why is your forehead deep furrowed with care? 
What has so soon mingled frost in your hair? 
Why are yo*i sorrowful, why do you weep? 
Why do you ask me Rock you to Sleep 1 
Could you but see thro' this world's vale of tears, 
Light would your sorrows be, harmless your fears ; 
All that seems darkness to you would be light; 
All would be sunshine where now is but night. 

Chorus. 
Follow me cheerfully; pray do not weep; 
In spirit I'll soothe you, and Rock you to Sleep, 

Why would you backward with time again turn ? 
Why do you still for your chidhood's days yearn'? 
Weary one, why thro' the past again roam ? 
While in the future the path leads you home ! 
Oh, dearest child, dry those tears ; weep no more; 
Call me not back from the " Echoless Shore." 
" Follow me cheerfully; pray do not weep ; 
In spirit I'll soothe you and Rock you to Sleep." 

Chorus — Follow me cheerfully, &c. 



ARMY SONGSTER. 



DO THEY MISS ME AT HOME ? 

Do they miss me at home — do they miss me '' 

'Twould be an assurance most dear, 
To know that this moment some loved one, 

Were saying I wish he were here; 
To feel that the group at the fireside, 
^Were thinking of me as I roam, 
Oh, yes, 'twould be joy beyond measure 

To know that they missed me at home. 

To know that they missed me at home. 

When twilight approaches, the season 

That ever is sacred to song, 
Does some one repeat my name over, 

And sigh that I tarry so long ? 
And is there a chord in the music 

That's missed when my voice is away, 
And a chord in each heart that awaketh. 

Regret at my wearisome stay. 

Do they set me a chair at the table 

When evening's home pleasures are High, 
When the candles are lit in the parlour, 

And the stars in the calm azure sky? 
And when the "Good Nights" are repeated, 

And all lay them down to their sleep, 
Do they think of the absent, and waft me 

A whispered "good night" while they weep 

Do they miss me at home — do they miss me 

At morning, at noon, or at night ? 
And lingers one gloomy shade round them 

That only my presence can light" 
Are joys less invitingly welcome, 

And pleasures less hale than before, 
Because one is missed from the circle. 

Because I am with them no more .' 



ABMY SONGSTER- 



THOSE PLEASANT DAYS ARE GONE, 

Ah ! those pleasant days are gone, 

That I used to share with you, 
And I wander now alone, 

Where the wayside flowrets grew 
As I sit beneath the trees, 

That oft yielded us a shade, 
When the summer's gentle breeze, 

Thro' the trembling leaflets play'd ;, 
Whire I view each well-known scene, 

That I treasure for your sake, 
And remember what has been, 

Ah ! my heart's well nigh to break j 
Tes, I look around in vain, 

For the smile that once 1 knew,. 
I shall never know again, 

The pleasant days I shared with you^ 

The pleasant days I shar'd with you.. 

Oh ! when sorrow wrings my breast, 

And in so.litude I weep, 
And nor calm nor peaceful rest, 

Soothes me thro' the hour of sleep :. 
Of the past I fondly dream, 

When we wandered side by side, 
And down life's unclouded, stream 

Hand in. band we seemed to glide .-. 
In the loneliness of night, 

Your glad voice I sigh to hear, 
That, in tones of soft delight, 

Fell like music on mine ear; 
Ah T I look around, in vain, 

For the smile that once I knew ; 
I shall never know again 

The pleasant days I shar'd with you. 

The pleasant days I shar'd with you. 



AEMY SONGSTER. 



TWINKLING STARS ARE LAUGHING, LOYE. 

Twinkling stars are laughing love, 

Laughing on yon and me ; 
While your bright eyes look in mine, 

Peeping stars they seem to be. 
Troubles come and go, love, 

Brightest scenes must leave our sight; 
But the star of hope, love, 

Shines with radiant beams to-night. 

Chorus. 

.Twinkling stars are laughing love, 

Laughing on you and me ; 
While your bright eyes look in mine, 

Peeping stars they seem to be. 

Golden beams are shining, love, 

Shining on you to bless ; 
Like the queen of night you fill 

Darkness space with loveliness. 
Silver stars how bright, love, 

Mother moon in thronely might, 
Gaze on us to bless love, 

Purest vows here made to-night. 

Chobtjs — Twinkling stars, &c. 



LULA IS GONE. 

With a heart forsaken I wander 

In silence, in grief and alone, 
On a form departed I ponder, 

For Lu-la, sweet Lu-la is gone, 
Gone where the roses have faded, 

Gone where the meadows are bare, 
To a land by orange blossoms shaded, 

Where summer ever lingers on the air 



AEMY SONGSTER. 

Chorus. 
Lu-la, Lu-la, Lu-la is gone ; 
With summer birds her bright smiles 
To sunny lands have flown, 
When day breaketh gladly, 
My heart waketh sadly, 
For Lu-la, Lu-la is gone. 

Not a voice awakens the mountains, 

No gladness returns with the dawn, 
Not a smile is mirrored in the fountains, 

For Lu-la, sweet Lu-la is gone. 
Day is bereft of its pleasures, 

Night of its beautiful dreams, 
While the dirge of well remembered measures 

Is murmured by the ripple on the streams. 
Chorus — Lu-la, Lu-la, Lu-la is gone, &c. 

When I view the chill blighted bowers, 

And roam o'er the snow-covered plain, 
How I long for spring's budding flowers, 

To welcome her sweet smiles again. 
Why does the earth seem forsaken'? 

Time will this sadness remove ; 
At her voice the meadows will awaken 

To verdure sweet melody and love. 

Chorus — Lu-la, Lu-la, Lu-la is gone, &c. 



BEN BOLT. 

Oh! don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, 

Sweet Alice with hair so brown ; 
She wept with delight when you gave her a sm 

And trembled with fear at your frown. 
In the old church yard, in the valley, Ben Bolt, 

In a corner obscure and alone, 
They have fitted a slab of granite so gray, 

And sweet Alice lies under the stone. 
They have fitted a slab of granite so gray, 

And sweet Alice lies under the stone. 



ARMY SONGSTER. 9 

Oh, don't you remember the wood, Ben Bolt, 

Near the green sunny slope of the hill ! 
Where oft we have sung 'neath its wide spreading 
shade, 

And kept time to the click of the mill; — 
The mill has gone to decay, Ben Bolt, 

And a quiet now reigns all around, 
See the old rustic porch with its roses so sweet, 

Lies scattered and fallen to the ground, 
See the old rustic porch with its rose.s so sweet, 

Lies scattered and fallen to the ground. 

Oh, don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt, 

And the master so kind and so true; 
And the little nook by the clear running brook 

Where we gathered the flowers as they grew. 
On the master's grave grows the grass, Ben Bolt, 

And the running little brook is now dry; 
And of all the friends who were school-mates then, 

There remains Ben — but you and I. 
And of all the friends who were school-mates then, 

There remains Ben — but you and I. 



ANNIE OF THE VALE. 

The young stars are glowing, 

Their clear light bestowing! 
Their radiance fills the calm, clear summer night ; 

Come forth, like a fairy, 

So blithsome and airy, 
And ramble in their soft and mystic light. 

Chorus. 
Come, come, come, love, come! 
Come, ere the night torches pale ; 
Oh come, in thy beauty, 
Thou marvel of duty. 
Dear Annie, dear Annie of the Vale. 

The world we inherit, 
Is charmed by thy spirit, 



10 ARMY SONGSTER. 

As radiant as the mild, warm summer ray ! 

The watch-dog is snarling, 

For fear, Annie, darling, 
His beautiful young friend I'd steal away ! 

Chorus — Come, &c. 



NO ONE TO LOVE. 

No ene to love, none to caress, 

Roaming alone through this world's wilderness, 

Sad is my heart, joy is unknown ; 

For in my sorrow I'm weeping alone. 

No gentle voice, no tender smile, 

Makes me rejoice, or cares beguile. 

No one to love, none to caress, 

Roaming alone through this world's wilderness, 

Sad is my heart, joy is unknown ; 

For in my sorrow I'm weeping alone. 

In dreams alone loved ones I see, 

And well known voices then whisper to me; 

Sighing, I wake ; waking, I weep ; 

Soon with the loved and the lost I shall sleep, 

Oh ! blissful rest, what heart would stay, 

Unloved, unblessed, from heaven away ? 

No one to love, none to caress, &c. 

No one to love, none to caress, 
None to respond to this heart's tenderness; 
Trusting, I wait God in his love — 
Promises rest in his mansions above. 
Oh! bliss in store, oh ! joy mine own, 
There never more to weep alone. 

No one to love, none to caress, &c. 



ARMY SONGSTER. 11 

I DREAMT THAT I DWELT IN MARBLE 
HALLS. 

1 dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, 

With vassals and serfs by my side, 
And of all who assembled within those walls, 

That thou wert the hope and the pride. 
I had riches too great to count, could boast 

Of a high ancestral name; 
But I also dreamt, which charmed me most, 

That you loved me still the same. 

I dreamt that suiters sought my hand, 

That knights upon bended knee, 
And with vows no maiden heart could withstand, 

They pledg'd their faith to me. 
And I dreamt that one of that noble host, 

Came forth my hand to claim, 
But I also dreamt, which charmed me most, 

That you loved me still the same. 



CASTLES IN THE AIR. 

The bonnie, bonnie bavin, who sits poking in the ase, 
Glowering in the fire wi' his wee round face, 
Laughing at the fuf-fire lowe. What sees he there"? 
Ha ! the young dreamer's biggin castles in the air. 
His wee chubby face, and his towzie curlie pow, 
Are laughing and nodding to the dancing lowe. 
He'll brown his rosy cheeks and singe his sunny hair, 
Glowering at the imps wi' their castles in the air. 

He sees muckle castles towering to the moon! 
He sees little sodgers pu'ing them a-* doun! 
Worlds whombing up and down, bleezing wi' a flare, 
See how he loups ! as they glimmer in the air; 
For a sae sage he looks — what can the laddie ken? 
He's thinking upon nae thing like mony mighty men. 



12 ARMY SONGSTER. 

A wee thing makes us think, a sona thing makes us 

stare, 
There are mair folk tkari him biggin castles in the air. 

Sie a night in winter may weel make him eauld : 
His chin upon his buffy hand will soon make him auld: 
His brow is brent so braid ; O! pray that daddy Care 
Would let the wee-an a lane, \vi' his castles in the air ! 
He'll glower at the fire, and he'll keek at the light! 
But mony sparkling stars are swallowed by night ; 
Aulder een than his are glamoured by a glare, 
Hearts are broken, heads are turn'd wi' castles in the 
air. 



JUANITA* * 

Soft o'er the fountain 

Ling ring falls the southern moon j 
Far o'er the mountain 

Breaks the day too soon ! 
In thy dark eyes' splendor, 

Where the warm light loves to dwell, 
Weary locks, yet tender, 

Speak their fond farewell. 
Nita ! Juanita! ask thy soul if we ?hall part? 
Nita! Juanita! lean thou on my heart. 

When in thy dreaming, 

Moons like these shall shine again, 
And daylight beaming, 

Prove thy dreams are vain, 
Wilt thou not relenting, 

For thine absent lover sigh; 
In thy heart consenting 

To a prayer gone nv '! 
Nita! Juaiiha.! let hie linger by thy side! 
Nita! Juanita! be my own fair bride. 

* Pronounced Wali-ne-ta. 



ARMY SONGSTER. 13 



HARK ! I HEAR AN ANGEL SING. 

Hark! I hear an angel sing — 

Angels now are on the wing ; 

And their voices, singing clear. 

Tell us that spring is near. 

Dost thou hear them, gentle one 1 

Dost thou see the glorious sun 

Rising higher in the sky, 

As each day, as each day, it passes by ? 

Chorus. 
Hark! I hear an angel sing — 
Angels now are on the wing ; 
And their voices singing clear, 
Tell us that the spri]^; is near. 

Just beyond yon cliff of snow, 
Silver rivers brightly flow ; 
Smiling woods and fields are seen, 
Mantled in a robe of green. 
Birds and bees, and brooks and flowers, 
Tell us of the vernal hours. 
There the birds are weaving lays 
For the happy spring-time days. 

Chorus — Hark ! I hear an angel sing, &c. 

Look! oh, look! the Southern sky 

Mirrors flowers of every dye ; 

Children, tripping o'er the plain ; 

Spring is coming back again — 

Spring is coming ! — Shouts of glee ! 

Sing birds, on bush and tree; 

And the bees, their merry hums ; 

For the spring-time comes, it comes, it comes! 

Chorus — Hark ! I hear an angel sing, &c. 



14 ARMY SONGSTER. 

KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN. 

Kathleen Mavourneen, the grey dawn is breaking, 

The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill, 
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shak- 
ing, 

Kathleen Mavourneen, what! slumbering still? 
Oh! hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever? 

Oh ! hast thou forgotten this day we must part ? 
It may be for years, and it may be forever ; 

Oh ! why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart? 
Kathleen Mavourneen, oh! wake from thy slumber, 

The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light: 
Oh ! where is the spell that once hung on thy num- 
bers 2 

Arise in thy beauty, thou star of the night. 
£ Kathleen, etc. 



BOYS, KEEP YOUR POWDER DRY. 

Can'st tell who lose the battle, 

Oft in the councils, field? 
Not they who struggle bravely — 

Not they who never yield ; 
Not they who are determined 

To conquer or tadie ; 
Asd harken to this caution ; 

" Boys, keep your powder dry !" 

Chorus. 
Not they who are determined 

To conquer or to die ; 
And harken to this caution ; 

"Boys, keep your powder dry!" 

The foe awaits you yonder, 

He may await you here ; 
Have true hearts — stand with coinage— 

Be strangers, all, to fear ; 



ARMY SONGSTER. 15 

And when the charge is given, 

Be ready at the cry : 
Look well each to his priming — 

"Boys, keep your powder dry !" 

Does a lov'd one home await you, 

Who wept to see you-go ; 
Whom, with a kiss imprinted, 

You left with sacred vow 
You'd come again, when warfare 

And arms are all laid by, 
To take her to your bosom ? 

" Boys, keep your powder dry !" 

Does a father home await you 

A sister whom you love ? 
A mother who has reared you, 

And prayed to him above ; 
"Protect my boy, preserve him, 

And when the battle's done, 
Send to his weeping mother, 

Bereft, her darling son?" 

The name of Freedom calls you, 

The names of martyr'd sires, 
And Liberty's imploring 

From all her hallowed fires. 
Can you withstand their calling f 

You cannot pass them by — 
You cannot! Now, charge fiercely! 

"Boys, keep your powder dry!" 



KEEP ME AWAKE, MOTHER! 

Forward, oh, forward ! time stays not his flight, 
I'm older and wiser and sadder to-night; 
Mother, dear mother, I see thee no more, 
But watch me, oh! watch me again as of yore. 
Let me not slumber, but gaze on life's cares 
With the look of defiance a warrior wears. 



16 AEMY SONGSTER. 

Once more to thy bosom a weary one take, 
Keep me awake, mother, keep me awake. 

I'm tired of earth, and I'm tired of life — 
Its unfulfilled hopes — its profitless strife: 
Still must I onward, my destiny calls, 
Though trouble betides, or danger appals, 
My life-path is covered with gloom and decay, 
But let me not falter, or sleep by the way, 
Of glory and honor, a name let me make, 
Keep me awake, mother, keep me awake. 

Give me stern power of frame and of soul, 

To meet the troubles that over me roll, 

Let me not murmur, though working I be, 

For those whom I see not, never may see ; 

Let me plant trees, tho' they flourish and bloom 

When I am away in a far off tomb, 

For those who are coming, care let me take, 

Keep me awake, mother, keep me awake. 

Dreams of my childhood have faded or flown, 
Objects I cherished, repulsive have grown ; 
All things seem fleeting, no pleasure endures, 
But mother, dear mother, the same lot was yours; 
Such dreaming, such mourning, hoping and trust, 
Such crumbling of air-built castles to dust, 
Bravely as thou didst, my part let me take, 
Keep me awake, mother, keep me awake. 

Awake to my duties, awake to my trust, 

Let me do my task bravely, if toil I must: 

But sometimes, oh ! sometimes in dreams let me be 

The ckild again, mother, who slept on your knee : 

Wipe out for a moment my story of life, 

Its struggles, its sorrows, follies and strife; 

Some season of pleasure, of rest, let me take, 

Then wake me, my mother, oh ! keep me awake. 

And, mother, dear mother, when life's nearly o'er, 
And God calls me home to the " eeholess shore ;" 



ARM* SONGSTER. 17 

My tasks are all done, and my busy brain still, 

And I have no longer a power or will — 

Oh ! then, blessed spirit, oh! then hover near, 

And smooth from my brow the dark shadows of fear; 

Then linger near, mother, to watch and to weep ; 

Then "rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep." 

THE OFFICER'S FUNERAL. 

Hark ! to the shrill trumpet calling ; 

It pierceth the soft summer air! 
Tears from each comrade are falling, 

For the widow and orphan are there! 
The bayonets earthward are turning, 

And the drum's muffled breath rolls around ; 
But he hears not the voice of their mourning, 

Nor awakes to the bugle's sound ; 
But he hears not the voice of their mourning, 

Nor awakes to the bugle's sound. , 

Sleep, soldier ! though many regret thee, 

Who stand by the cold bier to-day, 
Soon, soon shall the kindness forget thee, 

And thy name from earth pass away. 
The man thou didst love as a brother, 

A friend in thy place will have gained ; 
Thy dog shall keep watch for another, 

And thy steed by a stranger be rein'd ; 
Thy dog shall keep watch for another, 

And thy steed by a stranger be rein'd. 

But tho' hearts that now mourn for thee sadly, 

Soon joyous as ever shall be, 
Tho' thy bright orphan boy m»y laugh gladly, 

As he sits on some comrade's kind knee, 
There is one who shall still pay the duty 

Of tears for the true and the brave, 
As when first, in the bloom of her beauty, 

She wept o'er the soldier's grave ; 
As when first, in the bloom ef her beauty, 

She wept o'er the soldier's grave. 



18 ARMY SONGSTER. 

KISS ME BEFORE I DIE, MOTHER! 

Kiss me before I die, Mother — oh! press thy lips to 

mine, 
And twine thy loved arms round me, ere life's bright 

day decline. 
I feel death's shadows thicken — see, see them on my 

brow, 
Kiss me before I die, Mother, oh ! kiss thy darling 

now ! 
Kiss me before I die, Mother, oh! kiss thy darling 

now! 

Kiss me before I die, Mother ! — stoop low, that I may 
bless 

The hand that trained my footsteps with so much ten- 
derness. 

Around our hearthside, Mother, will stand an empty 
chair ; 

There is one beyond the stars, Mother — I go to claim 
it there ! 

There is one beyond the stars, Mother — I go to claim 
it there ! 

Kiss me before I die, Mother! — I would have lived to 

see 
Our fair land free, my mother, from this base tyranny. 
But hark! Death's angel cometh! Dear Mother, do 

not sigh, 
But meet thy boy in Heaven ; Mother, oh ! kiss me be 

fore I die ! 
But meet thy boy in Heaven ; Mother, oh ! kiss me 

before I die ! 



IT IS BETTER TO LAUGH. 

It is better to laugh than be sighing, 
When we think how life's rfloments are flying; 
For each sorrow fate ever is bringing, 
There's a pleasure in store for us springing, 



ARMY SONGSTER. 19 

Through our joys, like the waves in the sunshine, 
Gleam a while, then be lost to the sight ; 
Yet for each sparkling ray 
That so passes away, 
Comes another as brilliant and light. 
Then 'tis better to laugh than be sighing; 

They are wise who resolve to be gay; 
When we think how life's moments are flying, 
0, enjoy pleasure's gifts while we may. 

MOTHER, OH ! ' SING ME WO REST. 
Mother, oh ! sing me to rest, 
As in my bright days departaft, 
Sing to thy child, ttre sjck hearted : 
Song3 for a spirit oppressed/ 
Lay this tired head on thy ^breast ! 
Flowers from the night-d£w are closing, 
Pilgrims and mourners reposing. 
Mother, oh! sing me to rest! 
Take back thy bird to its nest ! 
Weary is young life when blighted, 
Heavy this love unrequited! 
Mother, oh ! sing me to rest ! 
Weary is young life when blighted, 
Heavy this love unrequited. 

Mother! oh sing me to rest! 

Mother ! oh sing me to rest ! 
Whispers from heaven I hear, 
Angels in chorous are chanting ; 
Soon will be ended this panting, 
Rest, for my heart is now near. 
Closer and closer they come, 
Open their arms to receive me; 
Mother farewell! I must leave thee; 
Mother, I'll go to my home. 
Death with his sickle stands nigh, 
Life's curtain soon will be falling; 
Listen! the angels are calling; 
Mother, dear mother, good bye. 



20 ARMY SONGSTER. 

Weary is young life when blighted, 
Heavy this love unrequited : 

Mother, oh! sing me to rest! 

Mother, oh ! sing me to rest ! 



DEAR MOTHER, I'VE COME HOME TO DIE. 

Dear mother, I remember well 

The parting kiss you gave to me, 
When meriy rang the village bell — 

My heart was full of joy and glee: 
I did not dream that one short year 

Would crush the hopes that soared so high ; 
Oh mother, dear, draw near to me ; 

Dear mother, I've come home to die. 
Call sister — brother to my side, 

And take your soldier's last good bye, 
Oh mother, dear, draw near to me ; 

Dear mother, I've come home to die. 

Hark ! mother, 'tis the village bell, 

I can no longer with thee stay ; 
My country calls to arms! to arms ! 

The foe advance in fierce array! 
The vision's past — I feel that now 

For country I can only sigh : 
Oh mother dear, draw near to me : 

Dear mother, I've come home to die. 
Call sister, &c. 

Dear mother, sister, brother, all, 

One parting kiss — to all good bye ; 
Weep not, but clasp your hand in mine, 

And let me like a soldier die! 
I've met the foe upon the field, 

Where hosts contending scorned to fly; 
I fought for right — God bless you all — 

Dear mother, I've come home to die. 
Call sis.er, &c. 



ARMY SONGSTER. 21 

THE SEPARATION. 

BY THOMAS MOOHK. 

With all my soul then let us part, 
Since both are anxious to be free, 

And I will send you home your heart, 
If you will send back mine tame, 

And I will send you home your heart, 
If you will send back mine to me. 

We've had some happy hours together, 
But joy must often change its wing, 

And spring would be but gloomy weather, 
If we had nothing else but spring — 

And spring "would be but gloomy weather, 
If we had nothing else but spring. 

Farewell, and when some future lover 
Shall claim the heart which I resign, 

And in exulting joy discover 

All the charms that once were mine, 

And in exulting joy discover 

All the charms that once were mine. 

I think I should be sweetly blest, 

If in a fond, imperfect sigh, 
You'd say. while to his bosom prest, 

He loves not half so well as I, 
You'd say, while to his bosom prest, 

He loves not half so well as I. 



OH ! WHISPER WHAT THOU FEELEST. 
{In the Crown of Jewels.) 

Oh! whisper what thou feelest 

That no unhallowed ear, 
May listen to the music 

Of words to me so dear ! 



22 ARMY SONGSTER. 

Bat if their tones should falter 
And on thy lip should die, 

Oh ! let their honied sweetness 
Be gathered from thy sigh. 

(Repeat the four first lines.) 

The bashful bird of even 

Tha^shuns the plumed throng, 
Pours forth her plaintive magic 

When none can hear her song ; 
And so do thou but whisper 

The sounds that I would hear, 
When their enchanting softness 

Can reach none other ear. 

Oh ! whisper what thou feelest, &c. 



HARD TIMES COME AGAIN NO MORE. 

Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many 
tears, 

While we all sup sorrow with the poor: 
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears ; 

Oh ! hard times come again no more. 

Chorus — 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary ; 

Hard times, hard times, come again no more ; 
Many days you have lingered around my 

cabin door ; 
Oh ! hard times, come again no more. 

While we seek mirth and beauty and music, light and 

There are frail forms fainting at the door: 
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will 
say — 
Oh! hard times, come again no more. 

Chorus — 'Tis the song, &c. 



ARMY SONGSTER. 23 

There's a pale drooping maiden, who toils her life 
away, 
With a worn heart, whose better days are o'er: 
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the 
day — 
©h! hard times come again no more. 
Chorus — 'Tis the song, &c. 

'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave, 
'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore, 

'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave 
Oh ! hard times, come again no more. 
Chorus — 'Tis the' song, &c. 



ELLEN BAYNE. 

Soft be thy slumbers, 
Rude cares depart, 
Visions on numbers 
Cheer thy young heart. 
Dream on while bright hours 
And fond hopes remain, 
Blooming like smiling bowers 
For thee, Ellen Bayne. 

Chorus — Gentle slumbers o'er thee glide, 

Dreams of beauty round thee bide, 
While I linger by thy side, 
Sweet Ellen Bayne. 

Dream not in anguish, 
Dream net in fear; 
Love shall not languish; 
Fond ones are near. 
Sleeping or waking, 
In pleasure or pain, 
Warm hearts will beat for thee, 
Sweet Ellen Bayne. 
Chorus — Gentle slumbers o'er the glide, &e. 



ARMY SONGSTER, 

Scenes that have vanished 
Smile on thee now, 
Pleasures once banished 
Play round thy brow, 
Forms long departed 
Greet thee again, 
Soothing thy dreaming heart, 
Sweet Ellen Bayne. 

Chords — Gentle slumbers o'er thee glide, &c. 



WHY NO ONE TO LOVE ? 

No one to love in this beautiful world, 
Full of warm hearts and bright beaming eyes ? 
Where is the lone heart that nothing can find 
That is lovely beneath the blue skies. 

No one to love ! No one to love ! 

Why no one to love ? 
What have you done in this beautiful world. 
That you are sighing ot no one to love? 

Dark is the soul that has nothing to dwell on ! 
How sad must its brightest hours prove! 
Lonely the dull brooding spirit must be, 
That has no one to cherish and love. 

No one to love ! No one to love ! 

Why no ( ne to love ? 
What have yon done in this beautiful world, 
That you are sighing of no one to love ? 

Many a fair one that dwells on the earth, 
Who would greet you with kind words of cheer. 
Many who gladly would join in your pleasure?. 
Or share in your grief with a tear. 

No one to love ! No one to love ! 

Why no one to love ? 
Where have you roamed in this beautiful world- 
That you are sighing of no one to love 1 



ARMY SONGSTER. 



WHO WILL CARE FOR MOTHER NOW ? 

" The affecting incident recorded in this beautiful 
song, occurred after one of our great victories. The 
fallen hero, in the arms of his comrades, had no anx- 
iety about himself or his condition, but fixed his iasl 
thoughts on earth on his mother." 

Why am I so weak and weary ? 

See, how faint my heated breath ; 
All around to me seems darki.ess — 

Tell me, comrades, is this death! 
Ah! how well I know your answer 5 

To my fate I meekly bow, 
If you'll only tell me truly, 

Who will care for mother now ? 

Chorub. 
Soon with angels I'll be marching, 

With bright laurels on my brow; 
I have for my country fallen — 

Who will care for mother now? 

Who will comfort her in sorrow ? 

Who will dry the falling tear? 
Gently smooth her wiinkled forehead? 

Who will whisper words of cheer? 
Even now I think I gee her 

Kneeling, praying for me! Hew 
Can I leave her in her anguish 

Who will care for motner now? 

Let this knapsack I e my pillow, 

And my mantle be the sky ; 
Hasten, comrades, to the battle, 

I will like a soldier die. 
Soon with angels I'll be marching, 

With bright laurels on my brow ; 
I have for my country fallen — 

Who wili care for mother now 1 

3 



ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC TO NIGHT 

" All quiet along the Potomac," they say, 

" Except now and then a stray picket 
Is shot as he walks on his beat to and fro 

By a rifleman hid in the thicket." 
'Tis nothing : a private or two now and then 

Will not count in the news of the battle ; 
Not an officer lost, only one of the men, 

Moaning out all alone the death rattle. 
All quiet along the Potomac to-night, 

Where the soldiers he peacefully dreaming; 
Their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon, 

Or the light of the watch fires, are gleaming. 
A tremulous sigh as the gentle night wind 

Through the forest trees slowly is creeping, 
While the stars up above, with their glittering eyes, 

Keep guard, for the army is sleeping . 

There's only the sound of the lone sentry's -read 

As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, 
And thinks of the two on the low trundle bed 

Far away in the cot on the mountain. 
His musket falls slack, his face dark and grim, 

Grows gentle with memories tender, 
As he mutters a prayer for his children asleep — 

For their mother — may Heaven defend her. 

The moon seems to shine as brightly as then, 

That night when the love yet unspoken 
Leaped up to his lips, and when low murmured rows 

Were pledged to be ever unbroken. 
Then drawing his sleeves roughly over his eyes, 

He dashes off tears that are swelling, 
And gathers his gun close up to its place, 

As if to keep down the heart's welling. 

He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, 

The footstep is lagging and we&ry, 
Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, 

Towards the shades of a forest so dreary. 



ARMY SONGSTER. 27 

Hark ! was it the night wind that rustled the leaves ''. 

Was it the moonlight, so wondrously flashing?. 
It looked like a rifle — ha! Mary, goodbye, 

And the life-Wood is ebbing and splashing. 

All quiet along the Potomac to-night, 

No sound save the rush of the river, 
While «oft falls the dew on the face of the dead — 

The picket's off duty forever. 



ANNIE LAUKIE. 

Maxwelton Braes are bonnie, 

Where early fa's the dew, 
And it's there that Annie Laurie 

Gie d me her promise true, 

Gie'd me her promise true, 
Which ne'er forgot will be, 

And for bonnie Annie Laurie 
I'd lay me down and dee. 

Her brow is like the snow drift, 
Her throat is like the swan, 

Her face it is the fairest 

That e'er the sun shone on — 
That e'er the sun shone on j 

And dark blue is her e'e, 

And for bonnie Annie Laurie 

I'd lay me down and dee. 

Like dew on the gowan lying, 

Is the fa' o' her fairy feet, 
And like the winds in summer sighin: 

Her voice is. low and sweet — 

Her voice is low and sweet, 
And she's a' the world to me ; 

And for bonnie Annie Laurie 
I'd lay me down and deo 



28 ARMY SONGSTER. 



COTTAGE BY THE SEA. 

Childhood's days now pass before me, 

Forms and scenes of long agOj 
Like a dream they hover o'er me, 

Calm and bright as the evening's glow; 
Days that knew no shade of sor ow, 

When my young heart, pure and free, 
Joyful hailed each coming morrow, 

In the cot age by the sea — 
Joyful hailed each coming morrow, 

In the cottage, the cottage by the sea. 

Fancy sees the rose-trees twining 

Round the old and rustic door, 
And below the white beach shining, 

Where I gathered shells of yore ; 
Hears my mother's gentle warning, 

As she teok me on her knee, 
And I feel again life's morning, 

In the cottage by the sea — 
And I feel again life's morning, 

In the cottage, the cottage by the sea. 

What though years have roll'd above me, 

Though 'mid fairer scenes I roam, 
Yet I ne'er shall cease to love thee, 

Childhood's dear and happy home ; 
And when life's long day is closing, 

Oh ! how pleasant would it be, 
On some faithful breast reposing, 

In the cottage by the sea — 
On some faithful breast reposing, 

In the cottage, the cottage by the sea. 



THE CONSCRIPT'S DEPARTURE. 

You are going far away, far away from your Jeannette, 
There is no one ieft to love me now, and you, too, 

may forget. 



ARMY SONGSTER. 29 

But my heart it will be with you wherever you may go, 
Can you look me in the face and say the same Jeannot ? 
When you wear the jacket red, and the beautiful cock- 
ade, 
Oh ! I fear you will forget all the promises you made, 
With the gun upon your shoulder, and the bayonet by 

your side, 
You'll be taking some proud lady, and be making her 
your bride, 

You'll be taking some, &c. 

Or when glory leads the way, you'll be madly rushing 

on. 
Never thinking if they kill you that my happiness is 

gone ; 
If you win the day, perhaps a General you'll be, 
Tho' I'm proud to think of that, what will become of 

me? 
Oh! if I were Queen of France, or still better Pope 

of Rome, 
I would have no fighting men abroad and weeping 

maids at home : 
All the world should be at peace, or if kings must 

show their might, 
Why let those who make the quarrels be the only men 

who fight, 

Yes, let those who make the quarrels, &c. 



EVER OF THEE. 



Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming, 

Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer ; 
Thou wert the star that, mildly beaming, 

Shone o'er my path when all was dark and diear. 
Still in my heart thy form I cherish, 

Every kind thought, like a bird, flies to thee; 
Ah! never, till life and memory perish, 
Can [ forget how dear thou art to me. 

Morn, noon and night, where'er I may be, 
Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee, 
Fondly I'm dreaming ever t\f thee. 



30 ARMY SONGSTEE. 

Ever of thee, when sad and lonely, 

Wandering afar my soul joy'd to dwell; 
Ah ! then 1 felt I lov'd thee only; 

All seem'd to fade before affection's spell. 
Years have not chill'd the love I cherish, 

True as the stars hath my heart been to thee, 
Ah! never, till life and menrory perish, 

Can I forget, &c. 



JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO! 

John Anderson, my Jo, John, when nature first began 
To try her canny hand, John, her master-work was 

man ; 
And you among them a' John, so trig from top to toe 
She proved to be nae journey-work, John Anderson, 

my Jo ! 

John Anderson, my Jo, John, when we were first ac- 

quent, 
Your locks were like the raven, your bonnie brow was 

brent ; 
But now your brow is bald, John, your locks are like 

the snow, 
My blessings on your frosty-pow, John Anderson, my 

Jo! 
John Anderson, my Jo, John, ye were my first conceit, 
I think nae shame to own, John, I lo'ed ye ear and late, 
They say ye're turning auld, John, and what though it 

be so, 
Ye're ay the same kind man to me, John Anderson, 

my Jo! 

John Anderson, my Jo, John, we've seen our bairns 

bairns, 
And yet my dear John Andeison, I'm happy in your 

arms, 
And sae are ye in mine, John, I'm sure ye'Il ne'er say 

no, 
Though the days are gane that we have seen, John 

Anderson, my Jo ! 



ASMY SONGSTER. 31 

John Anderson, my Jo, John, we clamb the hill ihe- 

gither, 
And mony a canty day, John, we've had w' ane 

anither ; 
Now we maun totter down, John, but hand in hand 

we'll go, 
And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my Jo! 



GOOD-BYE. 

Farewell! farewell! is a lonely sound, 

And always brings a sigh, 
But give to me, when loved ones part, 

That sweet old word, " Gocd-bye." 

Farewell ! farewell! may do for the gay 

When pleasure's throng is nigh, 
But give to me that better word, 

That comes from the heart — " Good-bye." 

Adieu! adieu! we hear it oft, 

With a tear, perhaps with a sigh, 
But the heart feels most when the lips move not, 

And the eyes speak the gentle "Good-bye." 

Farewell! farewell! is never heard 
When the tear's in the mother's eye; 

Adieu ! adieu! She speaks it not, 
But " My love, good-bye, good-bye." 



HER BRIGHT SMILE HAUNTS ME STILL. 

'Tis years since last we met, 

And we may not meet again ; 
I have struggled to forget, 

But the struggle was in vain, 
For her voice lives on the breeze, 

And her spirit comes at will, 
In the midnight, on the seas; 

Her bright smile haunts me still. 
(The last four lines in each verse to be repeated.) 



S3 ABMX SONGSTER. 

At the first sweet dawn of light, 

When I gaze upon the deep, 
Her form still greets my sight, 

While the stars their vigils keep ; 
When I close mine aching eyes, 

Sweet dreams my senses fill, 
And from sleep when I arise, 

Her bright smile haunts me still ! 

I have sail'd 'neath alien skies, 

I have trod the desert path, 
I have seen the storm arise 

Like a giant in his wrath j 
Every danger J have known, 

That a reckless life can fili, 
Yet her presence is not flown, 

Her briaht smile haunts me still ! 



HOME, SWEET HOME. 

BY JOHN HOWARD PAYNE. 

'Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roaraj, 
Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home ; 
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, 
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with 
elsewhere. 

Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
There's no place like home — 
There's no place like home. 

i gazed on the moon as I traced the drear wild, 
And feel that my parent now thinks on her child j 
She looks on that moon from her own cottage door, 
Through woodbines, whose fragrance shall cheer me 
no more. 

Home, home, &e. 

An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain, 
Oh! give me my lonely thatch'd cottage again; 
The birds singing gaily, that came at my call, 
Give me them, with a peace of mind, dearer than aJL 
Home, home, sweet, sweet home. 



ARMY SONGSTER. 33 

THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. 

'Tis the last rose of summer, 

Left blooming alone, 
All her lovely companions 

Are faded and gone ; 
ffo fiow'r of her kindred, 

No rosebud is nigh, 
To reflect back her blushes, 

Or give sigh for sigh J 

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, 

To pine on the stem, 
Since the lovely are sleeping, 

Go sleep thou with them-, 
Thus kindly I'll scatter 

Thy leaves o'er thy bed, 
Where thy mates of the garden 

Lie scentless and dead. 

So soon may I follow, 

When friendships decay, 
And from Love's shining circle 

The gems drop away; 
When true hearts lie wither'd, 

And fond ones are flown, 
O! who would inhahit 

This bleak world alone? 



NELLY GRAY. 

There's a. low gre«n valley on the Old Kentucky shore 
Where I've whiled many happy. hours away, 

A sitting and a singing by the little cottage door, 
Where lived my darling Nelly Gray. 

Chorus — Oh ! my poor Nelly Gray, 

They have taken you away, 
And I'll never see my darling any more 5 
I'm sitting by the river, 
And I'm weeping all the day, 
For you've gone from Old Kentucky shore. 



34 ARMY SONGSTER. 

When the moon had climbed the mountain, and the 
stars were shining too, 
Then I'd take my darling Nelly Gray, 
And we'd float down the river in my little canoe, 
While my banjo sweetly I would play. 

Chorus — Oh ! my poor Nelly Gray, &c. 

One night I went to see her, but she's gone, the neigh- 
bors say, 
The white man bought her for his gain, 
They have taken her to Georgia for to wear her life 
away, 
As she toils in the cotton and the cane. 

Chorus — Oh ! my poor Nelly Gray, &c. 

My canoe is under the water, and my banjo is unstrung, 

I'm tired of living any more : 
My eyes shall look downward, and my songs shall be 
unsung, 
While I stay on the Old Kentucky shore. 
Chorus — Oh! my poor Nelly Gray, &c. 

My eyes are getting blinded, and I cannot see my way. 

Hark! there's somebody knocking at the door; 
Oh! I hear the angels calling, and I see my Nelly Gray, 
Farewell to the Old Kentucky shore. 

Chorus — Oh ! my darling Nelly Gray, 
Up in heaven there they say, 
That they will never take -you from me any more, 
I'm a coming, coming, coming, 
As the angels clear the way, 
Farewell to the Old Kentucky shore. 



BONNY ELOISS. 

Oh ! Sweet is the vale where the Mohawk gentle glides 

On its clear winding way to the sea, 
And dearer than all storied streams on earth besides 

Is this bright rolling river to me ; 



ARMY SONGSTER. 35 

But sweeter, dearer, yes dearer far than those, 
Who charms where others all fail, 

Is blue-eyed bonny, bonny Eloise, 
The belle of the Mohawk vale. 

Oh ! sweet are the scenes of my boyhood's sunny yeais, 

That bespangle the gay valley o'er, 
And dear are the friends seen thro' memory's fond 
tears, 
That have lived in the blest days of yore j 
But sweeter, dearer, &c. 

Oh ! sweet are the moments when dreaming I roam, 
Thro' my loved haunts now mossy and grey, 

And dearer than all is my childhood's hallow'd home. 
That is crumbling now slowly away; 
But sweeter, dearer, &c. 



I SEE HER STILL IN MY DREAMS. 

While the flowers bloom in gladness, and spring-birds 

rejoice, 
There's a void in our household of one gentle voice, 
The form of a loved one has passed from the light, 
But the sound of her footfall returned with the night ; 
For I see her still in my dreams, 
I see her still in my dreams, 
Though her smiles have departed from the meadows 
and the streams, 

I see her still in my dreams. 
I see her still in my dreams, 
Though her smiles have departed from the meadows 
and the streams. 

Though her voice once familiar hath gone from the day, 
And her smiles from the sunlight have faded away, 
Though I wake to a scene now deserted and bleak, 
In my visions I find the lost form that I seek ; 

For I see her still in my dreams, 

I see her still in my dreams, 
Though her smiles have departed from the meadows 
and the streams, 

I see her still in my dreams, &c. 



FAIRY BELLE. 

The pride of the village, and the fairest in the deff, 
Is the queen of my song, and her name is Fairy Belle; 
The sound of her light steps may be heard upon the 

hill, 
Like the fall of the snow drop or the dripping of the 

rill. 

Chorus, 
Fairy Belle, gentle Fairy Belle, 

The star of the night and the lily of the day, 
Fairy Belle, the queen of all the dell, 

Long may she revel on her bright sunny way. 

She sings to the meadows, and she aarols to the 

streams, 
She laughs in the sunlight and smiles while in her 

dreams ; 
Her hair, like the thistle down, is borne upon the air, 
And her heart, like the humming bird's, is free from 

every care. 

Chorus — Fairy Belle, &c. 

Her soft notes of melody around me sweetly fall, 
Her eye, full of love, is now beaming on my soul ; 
The sound of that gentle roice, the glance of that eye, 
Surround me with rapture that no other heart could 
sigh. 

Chorus — Fairy Belle, &c. 



FADED FLOWERS. 



The flowers that I saw in the wildwood 

Have since drooped their beautiful leaves, 
And the many dear friends of my childhood, 

Have slumbered for years in their graves. 
Oh! the bloom of the flowers I remember, 

But the faces I never more shall see, 
For the cold chilly winds of _ecember 

Stole my flowers, my companions from me. 



ARMY S0NG8TEE. 31 

The roses may bloom on the morrow, 

And many a friend have I won : 
Yet my heart will bow down with its sorrow, 

When I think how the loved ones are gone. 
'Tis no wonder that I'm broken-hearted, 

And stricken with sorrow should be, 
We have met, we have loved, wc have parted, 

My flowers, my companions and me. 

Efow dark looks this world, and how dreary, 

When we think of the ones that we love, 
Yet there's rest for the faint and the weary, 

When friends meet with lost ones above. 
Yet in heaven I can but remember, 

When from earth my proud soul shall be free ^ 
Then no cold chilly winds of December 

Can part my companions and me. 



LET ME KISS HIM FOR HIS MOTHER, 

Let me kiss him for his mother, 

Let me kiss his dear youthful brow j 
I will love him for his mother, 

And seek her blessing now. 
Kind friends have sooth'd his pillow, 

Have watched his every care, 
Beneath the weeping willow, 

Oh ! lay him gently there. 

Chorus. 
Sleep, dearest, sleep, 
I love you as a brother ; 
Kind friends around you weep, 
I've kissed you for your mother, 

Let me kiss him for his mother, 

What though left u lone stranger here, 

She loved him as none other, 
I feel her blessing near. 

4 



38 ARMY SONGSTER. 

Though cold that form lies sleeping, 

Sweet angels watch around, 
Dear friends are near thee weeping, 

Oh! lay him gently down. 

Sleep, dearest, sleep, &c. 

Let me kiss him for his mother, 

Or perchance a fond sister dear, 
If a father or a brother, 

I know their blessing's here. 
Then kiss him for his mother, 

'Twill soo.he her after years \ 
Farewell, dear stranger, brother, 

Our requiem, our tears. 

Sleep, dearest, sleep, &c. 



THE MARSEILLAISE HYMN. 

Ye tons of France, awake to glory! 

Hark ! hark ! what myriads bid yon ris®, 
Your children, wives and grandsires hoary, 

Behold their tears and hear their cries, 
Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, 
With hireling host, a ruffian band, 
Affright and desolate the land, 
Where peace and liberty lie bleeding? 
To arms, to arms, ye brave, 

The avenging sword unsheathe, 
March on, march on, all hearts resolv'd 
On victory or death! 

Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling, 

Which treacherous Kings Confederate raise, 
The dogs of war, let loose are howling, 

And lo ! our fields and cities blaze ; 
And shall we basely view the ruin, 

With lawless force, with guilty stride, 
Spread desolation far and wide, 

With crime and blood his hands imbruing^ 
To arms, to arms, ye brave, &c. 



ARMY SOJJGSTER. 99 

With luxury and pride surrounded, 

The vile, insatiate despots dare, 
Their thirst of power and gold unbounded, 

To mete and vend the light and air,; 
Like beasts of burden would they load us, 

Lik-e gods would bid their slaves adore, 
But man is man, and who is more? 

Then shall they longer lash and goad us? 
To arms, to arms, _ye brave, Stc. 
Oh! Liberty! can man resign thee, 

Once having felt thy generous flame •? 
Can dungeons, bolts -or bars confine thee? 

Or whips thy noble spirit tame'? 
Too long the waild has wept bewailing 

That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield, 
But freedom is our sword and shield, 

And all their arts are unavailing. 
To arms, to arms, ye brave, &c. 



OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT. 

Oft in the stilly night, 

Ere slumber's chain has bound me, 
Fond memory brings the light 

Of -other days around me; 
The smiles, the tears of childhood's years, 

The words of love then spoken, 
The eyes that shone, now dimmed and gone, 

The cheerful hearts now broken. 
Thus in the stilly night, &o. 
When i remember ail 

The friends so linked together, 
I've seen around Erie fall 

Like leaves in wintry weather; 
1 feel like one who treads alone, 

Some banquet hall deser.ed, 
Whose lights are fled, whose garland's dead, 

And all but he departed. 
Thu« in th« stilly night, &c. 



40 A»MT SONOSSEB. 



THE ORIGINAL DIXIE. 

i wish I was in the land of cotton, 
Old times dar am not forgotten. 
look away — look away — look away — Dixie Laati 
In Dixie Land whar I was born in, 
Early on oae frosty morn in', 
Look away — look away — leok away — Diiie Land. 
Den 1 wish I was in Dixie, 

Hooray ! Hooray! 
In Diiis la»d SIS took my staad, 
To lib an' dis in Dixie. 

Away, away, away down SouJh in Dixie-, 
Away, away, away down South in Dixi*. 

Old mis-s-us marry " Will de-weaber," 

William was a gay deceabes. 
Look away. &c 

But when he put his arm aroaiwl ? er, 

He smiled as fierce as a ibrty pounder. 
Look away, &c. 

Ben I wish I was i» Dixie, &c. 

His face was sharp as a butehe-r r s eieabes, 

But dat did Bot seesn to greab 'er, 
Aook away, &c. 

Old missus acted de foolish part, 

And died f©r the man taat broke ber heart. 
Look away, &c. 

Den I wish I 1 was in Dixia, &e-. 

Now here's a health to the neat old 1 Missus,. 

And all the gals that want to kiss us. 
JLook away, &c. 

But if you want to drive 'way sorrow, 

Come and hear dis song to-morrow. 
Look away, &c. 

Dea I wish, I was in Bixie r %sc-* 



ARMY SONGSTER. 41 

Dars buckwheat cakes and ingen batter, 

Makes you fat, or a little fatter. 
Look away, &c. 

Den hoe it down a* 1 scratch your grabble, 

To Dixie's land I'm bound to trabble. 
Look away, &c. 

Den I wish I was in Dixie, &c. 



WHEN THIS CRUEL WAR IS OVER. 

Dearest one, do you remember 

When we last did meet? 
When you told me how yosi loved me, 

Kneelieg at my feet? 
Oh! how proud you stood before nie, 

In your suit of grey, 
When you vowed from me and country 

Ne'er to go astray. 

Z!korus — Weeping, sad and fc>n«ly, 

Sighs and tears how vain:; 
When this erael war is over, 
Prayiieg then Co meet again. 

When the summer breeze is sighing 

Mournfully along, 
Or when autumac leaves are falling., 

Sadly breathes the song. 
Oft in dreams I serf yo« lyiag 

On the battle plaiie, 
Lonely, wounded, even dyiag, 

Catling, tut in vain- 



[f amid the din of battle. 

Nobly you should fall, 
Far away from those who love ys«, 

Kooe to hear your call, 



42 ARMY SONGSTES. 

Who would whisper words of comfort? 

Who would soothe your pain? 
Ah ! the many cruel fancies 

Ever in my braiu ! 

Chorus. 

But our country called you, loved one-, 

Angels guide your way; 
While our " Southern Boys " are fighting,. 

We can also pray. 
When you strike for God and freedom, 

Let all nations see 
How you love our Southern banner' — 

Emblem of the free! 
Chorus. 



STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY. 

The following stanzas were found on the person of 
a rebel sergeant of the "Stonewall Brigade,"' cap- 
lw?ed near Winchester, Va.: 

Come, stack arms, men ! pile on the rails — 

Stir up the camp fire bright, 
No matter if the casteen fails, 

We'll make a roaring light! 
Here Shenandoah brawls along, 
The burly Blue Ridge echoes strongs 
To swell the brigade's rousing song 

Of' 1 Stonewall Jackson's way." 

We see him now — the old slouched hai 

Cock'd o'er his eyes askew — 
The shrewd dry smile — the speech so pat. 

So calm, so blunt, so true. 
The " Bine Light Elder" knows 'em well ; 
• Says he, "that's Banks — he's fond of shell, 
Lord save his soul ! — we'll give him " — well, 

That's " StoaewalL Jackson's wav," 



ARMY SONGSTER. 4S 

Silence ! ground arms ! kneel all ! caps off ! 

Old Blue Light's going to pray; 
Strangle the fool that dares to scoff! 

Attention! it's his way! 
Appealing from his native sod 
In forma pauperis to God — 
"Lay bare thine arm, stretch forth thy rod, 

Amen ! " That's "• Stonewall's way 1" 

He's in the saddle now ! Fal) in ! 

Steady ! the whole biigade! 
Hill's at the ford, cut off; we'll win 

His way out, ball and blade. 
What matter if our shoes are worn ? 
What matter if our feet are tern? 
"Quick step! we're with him before morn!" 

That's "Stonewall Jackson's way." 

The sun's bright lances rout the mists 

Of morning — and, by George! 
Here's Longstreet, struggling in the lists,. 

Hemmed in an ugly gorge. 
Pope and his Yankees, whipped before, 
" Bay'ne-ts and grape !" hear Stonewall roar j 
"Charge, Stuart! pay off Ashby's score," 

Is " Stonewall Jackson's way." 

Ah ! maiden, wait, and watch, and yearn, 

For news of Stonewall's band; 
Ah ! widow, read with eyes that burn, 

That ring upon thy hand ; 
Ah ! wife, sew on, pray on, hope on, 

Thy life shall not be all forlorn ! 
The foe bad better ne'er been born, 

That gets in " Stonewall's way." 



PARTHBNIA TO INGOMAR. 

Deal with me kindly, cheer my young heart — 
I'll follow thee blindly, wherever thou art. 
Deep in the mountain, faj from my home,. 



44 army songster; 

I'll follow thy path wherever thou'lt roam. 
Thy ways shall still be mine, 
My heart shjil still be thine. 

Deal with me kindly, cheer my young heart, 
I'll follow thee blindly, and never depart. 

Break not my spirit, think of my youth — 
Cherish my tender heart, doubt not my truth. 
Friends may desert thee, sorrows may come, 
But still in my soul thine image will bloom. 
Thy hopes with thee I'll share, 
Thy wants shall be my care. 

Deal with me kindly, &c. 

Though through the desert, wand'ring afar, 
Still to me, dearest one, thou'lt be my star; 
Sunlight or moonlight o'er us may shine, 
Yet living on love, I'll ever be thine. 
Thy hand shall be my guard — 
Thy voice shall be my word. 

Deal with me kindly, &c. 



THE ROCK BY THE SEA. 

Oh ! tell me not the woods are fair, 

Now Spring is on her way; 
Well, well I know how brightly there 

In joy the young [eaves play ; 
How sweet on winds of morn or eve, 

The violet's breath may be, 
Yet ask me, woo me not to leave 

My lone rock by the sea. 
Yet ask me, woo me not to leave 

My lone rock by the sea. 

The wild waves thunder on the shore, 
The curlew's restless cries, 

Unto my watching heart are more 
Than all e-artii's melodies. 



ARMY SONGSTER. 45 

Come ba©k, ocean rover, come! 

There's but one place for me, 
Till I can greet thy swift sail home, 

.My lone rock by the sea ! 
Till I can greet thy swift sail home, 

My lone rock by the sea ! 



PAUL VANE; OR, LORENA'S REPL1. 

The year's are creeping slowly by, dear Paul, 

The winters come and go; 
The winds ween past with mournful cry, dear Paul, 

And pelt my face with snow; 
But there's no snow upon the heairt, dear Paul, 

'Tis summer always there; 
Those early loves throw sunshine over all, 

And sweeten memories dear. 

I thought it easy to forget, dear Paul, 

Life glowed with youthful hope; 
The glorious future gleamed yet, dear Paul, 

And bade us clamber up ; 
They frowning said, " It must not be ; 

Break now, the hopeless bands !" 
And Paul, you know how well that bitter day 

I bent to their commands. 

J kept you ever in my heart, dear Pawl, 

Thro' years of good and ill ; 
Our souls could not be torn apart, dear Paul, 

They're bound together still. 
I never knew how dear you were to me, 

Till I was left alone; 
1 thought my poor, poor heart would Weak, the day 

They told me you were gone. 

Perhaps we'll never, never meet, dear Paul, 

Upon this earth again; 
15m there, where happy angels greet, dear PauJ, 

Yo.ii'11 meet Lorena these. 



46 ARMY SONGSTER. 

Together up the ever shining way, 

We'll press with hoping "aeart, 
Together through the bright eternal day, 

And never more to part. 

. <*. . i : 

RORY O'MOORE. 

BY SAMUEL LOVES. 

Young Rory O'Moore courted Kathleen Bawn, 

Ha was bold as the hawk, and she soft as the dawn, 

He wished in his heart pretty Kathleen to please, 

And he thought the best way to do that was to tease. 

" Now Rory be aisy," sweet Kathleen would cry, 

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye — 

*' With your tricks I don't know in truth what I'm 

about, 
Faith ! you've teased till I've put on rny cloak inside 

d out." 
" Oh ! Jewel." says Rory, " that same is the way 
You've thrated my heart this many a day, 
And 'tis plazed that I am, and why not, to be sure * 
For 'tis all for good luck," says bold Rory O'Moore. 

"Indeed, then," says Kathleen, " don't think of the 

like, 
For I half gave a promise to swoothering Mike ;" 
The ground that I walk on he loves, I'll be bound." 
Says Rory, "I'd rather love you than the ground." 
" Now, Rory, I'll cry if you don't let me go, 
Sure I'm draming each night that I'm hating you sol" 
Says Rory, "that same I'm delighted to hear, 
For drames always go by contraries my d«a.r. 
Oh! darling, keep draming that same till yon die, 
And bright morning will give dirty night the black 

lie. 
And 'tis plazed that I am, and why not, to be sure ? 
Far 'tis all for good luck," says bold Rory O'Moore. 



ARMY S0NQ8TES. 47 

"'Arrant Kathleen, my darlint, you've tazed me 

enough. 
And I've thrashed for your sake Dinny Grimes and 

Jem Duff; 
And I've made myself drinking your health quite a 

baste, 
So I think after that I may talk to the priest." 
Then Rory the rogue, stole his arm round her neck , 
Ho soft and so white, without freckle or speck>; 
And he looked in her eyes that were beaming with 

light, 
And he kissed her sweet lips. Don't you think he 

was right? 
•'Now, Rory, leave off, sir, you'll hug me no more, 
That's eiyht times today you have kissed me before. 1 ' 
"Then here goes another," said he, " to be sure, 
For there's luck in odd numbers/' says Rory O'Mooie. 



ROCK ME TO SLEEP. 



Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flighty 
Make me a child again just for to-night. 
Mother, come back from the echole^s shore, 
Take me again to your heart as of yore; 
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, 
Smoothe the few silver threads out of my hair, 
Over my slumbers your loving watch v keep, 
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep. 

Backward, flow backward, O tide of years, 

1 am so weary of toils and of tears: 

Toil without recompense, tears all in vain, 

Take them, and give me my childhood again.. 

I have grown weary of dust and decay, 

Weary of Hinging my soul-wealth away; 

Weary of sowing for others to reap, 

Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep. 



48 ARMY SONGSTER. 

Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, 
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you. 
Many a summer the grass has grown green, 
Blossomed and faded, our faces between. 
Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain 
Long I tonight for your presence again ; 
Come from your silence, so long and so deep, 
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep. 

Over my heart in days that are flown, 
No love like mother- love ever has shone, 
No other worship abides and endures, 
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours ; 
None like mother can charm away pain 
From the sick soul and the world-weary brainy 
Slumber's soft calm o'er my heavy lids creep, 
Rock me sleep, mother, rock me to sleep* 

Come, let your brown hair, just lightened with gold. 
Fall on your shoulders again as of old, 
Let it fall over my forehead to-night, 
Shading my faint eyes away from the light; 
For with its sunny-edged shadows once more 
Happily will throng the eweet visions of yore, 
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep, 
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep. 

Mother, dear mother, the years have been long 
Since I last hushed to your lullaby song ; 
Sing then, and unto my soul it shall seem 
Womanhood's years have been but a dream; 
Clasp to your arms in a loving embrace, 
With your light lashes just sweeping my face, 
Never hereafter to wake or to weep, 
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep, 

THEN YOU'LL REMEMBER ME. 

When other lips and other hearts 

Their tale of love shall tell, 
In language whose excess imparts 

The power they feel so well, 



ARMY SONGSTER. 49 

There may, perhaps, in such a scene 

Some recollection be 
Of days that have as happy been, 

And you'll remember me, 
And you'll remember, you'll remember me. 

When coldness or deceit shall slight 

The beauty, now thy prize, 
And deem it but a faded light, 

Which beams within your eyes ; 
When hollow hearts shall wear a mask 

'Twill break your own to see, 
In such a moment I but ask 

That you'll remember me ; 
That you'll remember, you'll remember me. 



EULALIE. 

Chorus — Blue birds linger here awhile 
O'er this sacred, grassy pile ; 
Sing your sweetest songs to me — 
'Tis the grave of Eulalie. 

Roses white around her tomb 
Gently wave and sweetly bloom ; 
Let your silent language be, 
We will bloom for Eulalie. 
Blue birds linger, &c. 

Streamlets chauntingat her feet, 
Mournful music, sad and sweet — 
Wake her not, she dreams of me, 
'Neath the yew-tree, Enlal.e. 
Blue birds linger, &c. 

Eulalie, but yester night, 
Came a spirit veiled in white; 
I knew it could be none but thee, 
Bride of death, lost Eulalie! 

Blue birds linger, &c. 

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50 ARM* 80NGSTEB. 

Angels juard her with your wings, 
Shield her from unholy things; 
Bid her dream love-dreams of me — 
* Till I come, sleep Eulalie. 
Blue birds linger, &c. 



THE FARMER BOY. 

Tha sun had set behind yon hill, 

Across yon dreary moor, 
YTeary and lame a boy there came 

Up to a farmer's door — 
Kind sir, said he, can you tell me 

Where I can find employ — 
To plow, to sow, to reap, or mow, 

And be a farmer boy. 

My father's dead, my mother's left 

With her five children small, 
And what is worse for my mother yet, 

I'm the largest of them all ; 
Though little I be, I am willing to work 

If I can find employ, 
To plow, to sow, to reap, or mow, 

And be a farmer boy. 

Kind sir, said he, if no boy you want, 

One favor I will ask, 
Pray shelter me till the break of day 

From this eold winter's blast; 
At the break of day I'll trudge away, 

And try to find employ, 
To plow, to sow, to reap, or mow, 

And be a farmer's boy. 

The farmer's wife said try the lad, 

No longer let him seek ; 
Oh! do, dear father, the daughter cried, 

And the tears ran down her cheek, 



ARMY SONGSTER. 51 

For 'tis hard for those who are willing to work, 

If they can't find employ, 
To plow, to sow, to reap, or mow, 

And be a farmer's boy. 

The farmer's boy grew to a man, 

The good old farmer died, 
And lie left the lad the farm that he had, 

And his daughter to be his bridew 
Now the man that once was the farmer's boy 

Would often smile with joy, 
And bless the day that he went that way 

To be a farmer's boy. 



THE SOLDIER. 



'Tis not on the battle field 

That I would wish to die, 
'Tis not on a broken shield 

I'd breathe my latest sigh. 
Although a 6oldier knows not how 

To dread a soldier's doom, 
I'd ask no laurels for my brow, 

No trophies for my tomb. 

'Tis not that I scorn the wreath 

The soldier proudly wears; 
'Tis not that I fear the death 

The soldier bravely dares. 
When slaughtered comrades round me lie 

I'd be the last to yield ; 
But yet I would not wish to die 

Upon the battle field. 

When faint and bleeding in the fray, 

Oh! still may I retain' 
Enough of life to crawl away 

To ttis sweet val« again ; 
And like the wounded, weary dove, 

That flutters to her nest, 
Oh ! may I reach my own true love, 

And die upon her breast. 



52 ARMY SONGSTER. 



WILLIE, WE HAVE MISSED YOU. 

Willie ! is it you, dear, 
Safe, safe at home ? 

They did not tell me true, dear, 
They said you would not come. 

1 heard you at the gate, 

And it made my heart rejoice, 
For I knew that welcome footstep, 

And that dear, familiar voice, 
Making music ob my ear, 

In the lonely midnight gloom ; 
O Willie, we have missed you — 

Welcome, welcome home ! 

We've longed to see you nightly, 

But this night of all, 
The fire was blazing brightly, 

And lights were in the hall; 
The little ones were up, 

Till 'twas ten o'clock and past, 
Then their eyes began to twinkle, 

And they've gone to sleep at last; 
But they listened for your voice 

Till they thought you'd never come; 
O Willie, we have missed you — 

Welcome, welcome home ! 

The days were sad without you, 

The nights long and drear ; 
My dreams have been about you — 

O welcome, Willie, dear! 
Last night I wept and watched 

By the moonlight's cheerless ray, 
Till I thought I heard your footstep, 

Then I wiped my tears away; 
But my heart grew sad again, 

When I found you had not come; 
Willie, we have missed you — 

Welcome, welcome home! 



ARMY SONGSTER. 53 



THE WILD ASH DEEK. 

Away, and away, we'll bound o'er the mountains, 
Over the mountains, over the mountains, 
Over the valleys, the hills and the fountains, 

Away to the chase, away ! away ! 
We heed neither tempest, cold wind or danger, 
But joyously shouting away goes the ranger, 
Joyously shouting away goes the ranger, 

Away to the chase, away ! away ! 

Away, and away, our wild steeds are bounding, 
Wild steeds are bounding, wild steeds are bounding, 
O'er hill and through valley shouts are resounding, 

Away to the chase, away ! away: 
List to the hound's bell sweetly ringing, 
Over the hills the wild deer is springing, 
Over the hills the wild deer is springing, 

Away to the chase, away! away! 

See there the wild deer trembling, panting, 
Trembling, panting, trembling, panting, 
Fearfully pausing, one moment standing, 

Then off he speeds away ! away ! 
He's gone! boys, he's gone! pursue him! pursue him! 
Hurrah ! boys, hurrah ! I see him, I see him ! 
Hurrah ! boys, hurrah ! I see him, I see him ! 

Away to the death of the wild ash deer! 



THE WILD OLD WOODS. 

The wild old woods, I love them well, 

For in boyhood's idle hours, 
My heart in the groves, with a magic spell, 
Was bound in a wreath of thoughts that tell 

The language sweet of flowers. 
Where the pearly streams run sparkling on 

With a pleasant melody, 
And bathe with spray the mossy rocks, 

Aye ! the wild old woods for me. 



54 ARMY SONGSTER. 

The wild old woods, where the shadows cling 

To the greensward fresh with dew, 
Where the woodland bird of dusky wing 
Builds her ne t on oaks that upward fling 

Their arms to the sky so blue — 
Where the pearly streams run sparkling on 

With a pleasant melody, 
And bathe with spray the mossy rocks, 

Aye ! the wild old woods for me. 



THE WINGS OF A DOVE. 

Oh ! had I wings like a dove, I would fly 

Away from this world of care; 
My soul would mount to the realms on high, 

And seek for a r#fuge there; 
But is there no haven here on earth, 

No hope for the wounded breast? 
No favored spot where content has birth, 

In which I may find a rest? 

Oh ! is it not written, " believe and live," 

The heart by bright hope allur'd, 
Shall find the comfort these words can give, 

And be by its faith assur'd ? 
Then why should we. fear the world's cold frown. 

When truth to the heart has giv'n 
The light of religion to guide us on 

In joy to the paths of heav'n? 

There is ! there is in thy holy word, 

Thy word which can ne'er depart ; 
There is a promise of mercy stor'd, 

For the lowly and meek of heart. 
My yoke is easy, my burden light, 

Then come unto me for rest; 
These, these are the words ef promise stor'd 

For the wounded and wearied breast. 



ARMY SONGSTER. 55 



OH ! WHERE IS THE ROSE BUD ? 

Oh ! where is the rose bud that open'd at morn, 
That bloom'd in its fragrance and beauty alone? 
So soon it is withered — 'tis scattered and torn ; 
Alas for the rose bud, 'tis faded and gone. 
The bush where it grew is now standing alone, 
And all the fair rose leaves lie scatter'd around ; 
'Twill soon be forgotten, its beauties unknown, 
Like thousands now slumbering under the ground. 

So soon, when our beauty has faded away, 

Like the rose that has wither'd, we'll sink to decay ; 

We'll soon be forgotten by kindred and friend ; 

E'en true hearts prove faithless when life's at an end. 

That friendship so sweet which unites us today,*. 

Is made to be broken, is born to decay; 

And when life shall end, and the spirit hath flown, 

Oh ! who will remember the soul that is gone * 



THE MOON BEHIND THE HILL. 

I watched last night the rising moon, 

Upon a foreign strand, 
'Till memories came like flowers of June, 

Of home and father-land. 
I dreampt I was a child again, 

Beside the rippling rill, 
When first I saw, in days of yore, 

The moon behind the hill. 

It brought me back a mother's love, 

Until in accents wild, 
I prayed her from her home above, 

To guard her lonely child. 
It brought me one across the wave, 

To Ifc-e in memories still — 
It ifrought me back my Mary's grave— 

The moon behind the hill. 



56 ARMY SONGSTER. 

DEAREST SPOT OF* EARTH. 

The dearest spot of earth to me 

Is home, sweet home ! 
The fairy land I long to see, 

Is home, sweet home ! 
There how charm'd the sense of hearing! 
There where love is so endearing! 
All the world is not so cheering 

As home, sweet home! 
The dearest spot of earth to me, 

Is home, sweet home! 
The fairy land I long to see, 

Is home, sweet home ! 

I've taught my heart the way to prize 

My home, sweet home! 
I've learned to look with lover's eyes 

On home, sweet home ! 
There, where vows are truly plighted! 
There, where hearts are so united! 
All the world besides I've slighted 

For home, sweet home! 
The dearest spot of earth to me 

Is home, sweet home ; 
The fairy land I loiig to see, 

Is home, sweet home! 



THE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN. 

I'll sing you a good old song, made by a good old 

pate 
Of a fine old English gentleman, who had an old 

estate, 
And who kept up his old mansion at a bountiful old 

rate, 
With a good old porter to relieve the old poor at his 

gate ! 
Like a fine old English gentleman, alTof the olden 

time. 



AEMY 80NGSTEB. 57 

His hall so old was hung around with pikes, and 

guns and bows, 
And swords and good old bucklers, which had stood 

against old foes, 
And 'twas there "worship " sat in state, in doublet 

and trunk hose, • 

And quafFd his cup of good old sack to warm his good 

old nose. 

Like a fine old,&c. 

When winter old, brought frost and gold, he open'd 

house to all, 
And though thieescore and ten his years, he featly led 

the ball ; 
Nor was the he useless wanderer ever driven from his 

hall, 
For while'he feasted all the great, he ne'er forgot the 

small. 

Like a fine old, &c. 

But time, though sweet, is strong in fight, and years 

roll'd swiftly by, 
And autumn's falling leaf proclaimed the old man he 

must die ; 
He laid him down quite tranquilly, gave up life's 

late&t sigh, 
And mournful friends stood round his couch, and tears 

bedimm'd each eye. 
For the fine old, &c. 



A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE. 

A life on the ocean wave! 

A home on the rolling deep! 
Where the scattered waters rave, 

And the winds their revels keep. 
Like an eagle caged I pine, 

On this dull, unchanging shore; 
! give me the flashing brine, 

The spray and the tempest's roar. 



58 ARMY SONGSTER. 

Onee more on the deck I stand 

Of my own swift gliding craft; 
Set sail — farewell to the land, 

The gale follows far abaft; 
We shoot through the sparkling foam, 

Like an ocean bird set free, 
Like the ocean bird our home, 

We'll find far out on the sea. 

Tbe land is no longer in view, 

The clouds have begun to frown, 
But with a stout vessel and crew, 

We'll say let the storms come down ! 
And the song of our hearts shall be, 

While the winds and the waters rave, 
A life on the heaving sea, 

A home on the bounding wave. • 



COME O'ER THE MOONLIT SEA. 

Come o'er the moonlit sea, 

The wavyss are brightly glowing ; 
The winds have sunk to their ev'ning rest, 

And the tide is gently flowing, 
My bark is in the bay, 

And it only waits for me, 
When its silken sails will throw 

Their shadows o'er the sea. 
Oh ! come o'er the moonlit sea, &c. 

All is still save the echoed song 

Of Italia's dark-eyed daughters., 
Or the distant sound of the boatman's oar, 

As it dips in the sparkling waters. 
Though bright the morn may beam 

Along the smiling sea, 
Oh, dearer still, than morn, 

Are moonlit waves to me. 
Oh ! come o'er the moonlit sea, &c. 



ARMY SONGSTER. 59 



THE PIRATE'S GLEE. 

Blow on! blow on ! we love the howling 

Of winds that waft us o'er the sea, 
As fearless as the wolf, that's prowling 

Upon our native hills, are we. 
The doom'd in terror, fly before us — 

We've nailed the black flag to the mast ; 
It there shall float triumphant o'er us — 

We will defend it to the last. 
Blow on, &c. 

Roll on ! roll on ! w? lov* the motion 

Of the waves that bear us on our way; 
No swifter bark e'er sailed the ocean — 

No skiff more lightly skirns the bay. 
The lightning from the sky is flashing — 

The thunder's distant roar we hear; 
But while o'er seas we thus are dashing, 

We waves, nor winds, nor lightnings fear. 
Roll on ! &c. 

Flash on ! flash on ! we love the gleaming, 

That through the darkness shows our wsy; 
The black flag is proudly streaming, 

As proudly as.it floats by day. 
The wave's roar, with the thunder mingling, 

Is music that we love to hear; 
The lightning's flash, at midnight shining, 

Shows us a scene forever dear. 
Flash on, &c. 



THE OLD SEXTON. 

Nigh to a grave that was newly made, 
Leaned a Sexton old, on his earthworn spade, 
His work was done, and he paused to wait 
The funeral train at the open gate. 



60 ARMY StNQSTEB. 

A relie of bygone days was he, 
And his locks were grey as the foaming sea; 
And these words came xrom his lips so tain — 
" I gather them in — I gather them in." 

"I gather them in — for man and boy, 
Year after year of grief and joy, 
Tve built the houses that he around, 
In every nook of this burial ground ; 
Mother and daughter, father and son, 
Come to my solitude, one by one j 
But come tliey strangers 'or come they kin, 
I gather them in — I gather them in ! 

" Many are with me, yet I'm alone ; 

I'm the King of the Dead, and I make my throne 

On a mountain slab of marble cold ; 

My sceptre of rule is the spade I hold ; 

Come they from cottage or come they irom hall, 

Mankind are my fubjects — all — all ! 

Let them loiter in pleasure, oi toilfully spin, 

I gather them in — I gather them in! 

" I gather them in — and their final rest 

Is here, down here, in the earth's dark breast." 

And the Sexton ceased as the funeral train 

Wound mutely over the solemn plain. 

And I said to'myself — when time is told, 

A mightier voice than that Sexton s old 

Will be heard o'er the last trump's dreadful din — 

"I gather them in — I gather thein in !" 



THE CAPTIVE KNIGHT.* 

The prisoned thrush may brook the cage, 
The captive eagle dies from rage. 

— Lady of the Lake. 
'Twas a trumpet's pealing sound ! 
And the knight looked down from the Paynim's tower. 
And a Christian host, in its pride and power, 

Through the pass beneath him wound. 
Cease awhile, ciarion ! Clarion, wili and shrill, 
Cease 1 let them hear the captive's voic« — be still ! 



AEMT SONGSTER. 61 

" I knew 'twas a tiumpet's note ! 
And I see my brethren's lances gleam, 
And their pennon's vtave by the mountain stream, 

And their plumes to the glad wind float! 
Cease awhile, elation! Clarjpn, wild and shrill, 
Cease ! let them hear the captive's voice — be still ' 

" I am here, wilh my heavy chain ! 
And I look on a torrent sweeping by, 
And an eagle rushing to the sky, 

And a host to its battle plain ! 
Cease awhile, clarion ! Clarion, wild and shrill, 
Cease! let them hear the captive's voice — be still! 

"Must I pine in my fetters here 1 
With the wild wave's /bam and the free bird's flight, 
And the tall spears glancing on my sight, 

And the trumpet in my ear i 
Cease awhile, clarion ! Clarion, wild and shrill, 
Cease! let them hear the captive's voice — be still ! 

"They are gone ! they have all passed by ! 
Tliey in whose wars I had borne my part, 
They that I loved with a brother's heart, 

They have left me here to die! 
Sound again, clarion! Clarion, pour thy blast! 
Sound ! for the captive's dream of hope is past." 



PIRATE'S CHORUS. 



Ever be happy and bright, as thou art, 

Pride of the pirate's heart! 

Ever be happy and bright, as thou art, 

Pride of the pirate's heart! 

Long be thy reign o'er land and main, 

By the glare, by the chart, 

Queen of the pirate's hesrt! 

Queen, ever be happy and bright, as thou tvrt,; 

Pride of the pirate's heart, &c. 

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62 ARMY SONGSTER. 



COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE. 

If a body meet a body comin' through the rye, 
It' a body kiss a body, need a body cry * 

Ev'ry lassie has her laddie, 

Nane, they say, ha'e I ! 

Yet a' the lads they smile at me 
When comin' through the rye. 

Amang the train there is a swaia 

I dearly lo'e mysel"; 
B'it whare's his hame, or what's his name, 

I dinna care to tell. 

If a body meet a body comin' frae the town, 
If a body greet a body, need a body frowa ? 

Ev'ry lassie has her laddie, 

Nane, they say, ha'e I! 

Yet a' the lads they smile at me 
When comin' through the'rye. 

Amang the train there is a swain 

I dearly lo'e mysel' ; 
But whare's his hame, or what's his name, 

I dinna care to tell. 



YES 1 I SHOULD LIKE TO MARRY. 

Yes ! I should like to marry, 

If that I could find, 
Any pretty lady, 

Suited to my mind ! 
Oh ! I should like her witty. 

Oil ! I should like her good, 
With a little money, 

Yes indeed I should. 
Oh ! I should like to marry. 

If that I could find, 
Any pretty lady, 

Suited to my mind. 



ARMY SONGSTER. C3 

Oh ! I should HUe her hail 

To cluster like the Tire ; 
I should like her eyes 

To loek like sparkling wine j 
And let her brows resemble 

Sweet Diana's descent; 
Let her voice to me 

Be always soft and pleasant. 
Yes ! I shouJd, &c. 

Oh ! let her feet be nearly 

Like to the Chinese, 
Who, little feet to make, 

In wooden shoes do squeeze ; 
Oh ! let her form be upright. 

Both elegant and free, 
With a gentle temper — 

Then we shall agree. 
Oh ! I should, &c. 

And now, my fair young ladies, 

Oh ! do not be unkind — 
For you shall have a husband 

Just suited to your mind ; 
And if with this you're pleased, 

And wish for any more, 
You'll find the best and latest 

At "Lee's " cheap Music Store. 
Yes, I should, &c. 



REMEMBER, LOVE, REMEMBER, 

Twas ten o'clock, one moonlight night, 

I ever shall remember, 
And every star shone sparkling blight 

In gloomy cold December, 
When at my window, tap ( tap, tap, 
I heard his gentle well known rap, 

And with it, too, these words most clear, 

" Remember ten o'clock, my dear, 
Remember, love, remember." 



64 ARMY SONGSTER. 

Now mam sat dozing by the fire. 

And dad his pipe was smoking, 
I dare not for the world retire, 

And was not that provoking'? 
At last the old folks fell asleep, 
I hasten'd my promised vow to keep ; 

But he his absence to denote, 

Had on the window shutter wrote, 
" Remember, love, remember." 

But did I need the hint so sweet? 

No, no, for mark the warning, 
Which" meant that we at church should meet 

At ten o'clock next morning. 
And there we met, no more to part, 
There joined together hand and heart; 

And since that day in wedlock joined, 

The window shutter brings to mind, 
Remember, love, remember. 



GOD SAVE THE SOUTH. 

God save the South, 
God save the South, 
Her altars and firesides, 
God save the South ! 
Now that the war is nigh, 
Now that we arm to die, 
Cbaunting our battle cry, 
Freedom or death ! 

God be our shield, 

At home or afield, 

Stretch Thine arm over us, 

Strengthen and save. 

What, tho' they're three to one, 

Forward each sire and son, 

Strike till the war is won. 

Strike to the grave! 



ARMY SONGSTER. 65 

God made the right, 
Stronger than might, 
Millions would trample us 
Down in their pride. 
Lay Thou their legions low, 
Roll back the ruthless foe, 
Let the proud spoiler know 
God ? s on our side. 

Hark, honor's call, 
Summoning all, 
Summoning all of us 
Unto the strife. 
Sons of the South awake ! 
Strike till the brand shall break, 
Strike for dear honor's sake, 
Freedom and Life! 

Mebels before, 

Our fathers of yore, 

Rehel 's the righteous name 

Washington bore. 

Why, then, be ours the same, 

The name that he snatch'd from shame, 

Making it first in fame, 

Foremost in war ! 

War to the hilt, 
Their's be the guilt, 
Who fetter the free man 
To ransom the slave. 
Up then, and undismayed, 
Sheathe not the battle blade 
Till the last foe is laid 
Low in the grave ! 

God save the South, 
God save the South, 
Dry the dim. eyes that now 
Follow our path. 



66 ARMY EONGSTEE. 

Still let the light feet rove 
Safe through the orange grove ; 
Still keep the land we lave 
Safe from Thy wrath. 

God save the South, 
God save the South, 
Her altars and firesides, 
God save the South ! 
For the great war is nigh, 
And we will win or die, 
Chaunting our battle cry, 
Freedom or death ! 



THE GOOD BYE AT THE DOOR. 

Of all the mem'ries of the past, 

That come like summer dreams, 
Whose rainbow hues still 'round us cast, 

Their bright, their bright but fleeting beams; 
The dearest, sweetest that can be, 

Of days long gone before. 
Are those that oft recall to ine, 

The " Good-Bye"— the " Good-Bye" at the door. 
Are those that oft recall to me, 

The " Good-Bye" — the " Good-Bye" at the door. 

But time and place have quite estranged 

Each early friend we knew; 

How few remain, how many changed, 

Of those we deemed so true. 
Those happy hours again to me 

But memory can restore. 
The ling ring thought will ever be, 

The ' ; Good-Bye" — the " Good-Bye" at the door. 
And life's last moments seem to be, 

The '■ Good-Bye" — the " Good-Bye'' at the door. 



ARMY SONGSTEE. 67 



TAKE ME HOME. 

Take me home to the place where I first saw the light, 

To the sweet sunny South, take me home, 
Where the mocking bird sung me to rest every night — 

Ah! why was I tempted to roam: 
I think with regret of the dear home I left, 

Ol the warm hearts that sheltered me then, 
Of the wife, and the dear ones of whom I'm bereft,. 

And I sigh for -he old place again. 

Chorus. 

Take me home to the place where my little ones sleep, 

Poor massa lies buried close by, 
O'er the graves of the loved ones I long to weep, 

And among them to rest when I die. 

Take me home to the place where the orange trees grow, 

To my cot in the evergreen shade, 
Where the flowers on the river's green margin may 
blow 

Their sweets on the bank where we played. 
The path to our cottage they say has grown green, 

And the place is quite lonely around, 
And I know that the smiles and the forms I have seen, 

Now lie deep in the dark mossy ground. 

Chords — Take me home, etc. 

Take me home, let me see what is left that I knew — 

Can it be that the old house is gone ! 
The dear friends of my childhood indeed must be few, 

And I must lament all alone. 
But yet 111 return to the place of my birth, 

Where my children have played at the door, 
Where they pulled the white blossoms that garnish the 
eaith 

Which will echo their footsteps no more. 

Chorus — Take me home, etc. 



68 AKMY SONGSTER. 

RALLY ROUND THE FLAG BOYS ! 

A BATTLE SONG. 

We are marching to the field, boys, weie going to the 
fight, 
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom. 
And we bear the heavenly cross for our cause in the 
right, 
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom. 

CHORUg. 

Our rights for ever, hurrah ! boys, hurrah ! 

Down with the tyrants, raise the Southern Cross, 
And we'll rally round that flag, boys, we'll rally once 
again, 

Shouting the battle cry of Freedom. 

We'll meet the Yankee hosts, boys, with fearless hearts 
and true, 
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom. 
And we'll show the dastard minions what Southern 
pluck can do, 
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom. 

Chorus — Our rights for ever, etc. 

We'll fight them to the last, boys, if we fall in the 
strife, 
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom. 
Our comrades, noble boys, will avenge us life to life, 
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom. 

Chorus — Oar rights for ever, etc. 

To be free from Puritan yoke we are going to the fight. 

Shouting the battle cry of Freedom. 
And the victory shall be ours, for we are rising in oar 
might, 
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom. 

Chobus — Our rights for ever, etc, 



ARMY SONGSTER. 69 

Lo, we're springing to the call from the East and from 
the West, 
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom ! 
And we'll hurl the Yankee crew from the land we love 
the best, 
Shouting tl*e battle cry of Freedom. 

Chords — Our rights for ever, etc. 



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"NID NODDIN." 

An they're a' noddin' nid nid noddin' 

An' they're a' noddin' at our house at hame, 

An' they're a' noddin' nid nid noddin' 

An' they're a' noddin' at our house at hame. 

The Cats dream of Milk, 

And the Dogs dream of Brew, 

The Lads dream of Lasses, 

And of Lads the Lasses too, 

My sweet Lassie tho' you sleep, 

Let a kiss your Laddie take, 

But ye tniinna kiss too loud, 

For fear the old one wake. 
An' they're a' noddin', &e. 

But the drum beats to arms 
And the merry pipes play, 
Now each Lad from his Lassie must for Scotland marck 

away. 
For tho 1 we dream of Love, 
Yet we hear bright honor's call, 
And Honor waits on those, 
in their Country's cause who fall. 

Yet we're a' Koddin', &e. 

Why Gammer are you noddin' 
Here's a muckle rout and noise! 
See the Lads they kiss the Lasses, 
And the Lasses kiss the Boys. 



70 ARMY SONGSTEB. 

Why the Cats have drank the BiiJk, 
And the Dogs eat all the brew, 
Now the De'el go wi' ye Gaffer, for ye're been a 1 EC 
din' too. 
An' they're a' noddin, &c. 



AULD LANG SYNE. 

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 

And never brought to min I 
Should auld acquaintance be forgotj. 

And days o' lang syne, 
For auld lang syne, ray dear, 

For auld lang syne ; 
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, 

For auld lang syne! 
For auld lang syne my frends, 

For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, 

For auld lang syne. 

An' here's a hand, my trusty fier 

An gie's a had o' thine ; 
An' We"U toom the stowp to friendship's growth 

An' days o' lang syne ! 
For auld lang syne, my friends, 

For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, 

For auld lang syrie ! 

An' surely ye'31 be your pint stowp, 

An' surely I'll be mine, 
An' we'll tak' a right gude willy waclai 

For auld lang syne, 
For auld lang syne, my friends, 

For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yei ; 

For auld lang syne 1 



INDEX. 



Annie of the Vale 1< 

All Quiet Along The Potomac To-Night 26 

Annie Laurie 27 

A Life On The Ocean Wave 57 

Auld Lang Syne 70 

Ben Bolt 8 

Boys, Keep Your Powder Dry 14 

Bonny Eloise 34 

Call Me Not Back from the Echoless Shore 4 

Castles In The Air 11 

Cottage By The Sea 2& 

Come O'er The Moonlit Sea 58 

Comin' Through The Rye 62 

Do They Miss Me at Home ? 5 

Dear Mother, I've Come Home To Die .20 

Dearest Spot On Earth 56 

Ellen Bayne 23 

Ever Of Thee .29 

Eulalie 49 

Fairy Belle , 36 

Faded Flowers 36 

Good-Byu 31 

God Save The South 64 

Hark! I Hear An Angel Sing 13 

Hard Times Come Again No More 22 

Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still, 3i 

Home, Sweet Home 32 

I Dreamt That I Dwelt In Marble Halls 11 

It Is Better To Laugh 18 

I See Her Still In My Dreams ._ -35 

Juanita - 12 

John Anderson, My Jo ! 30 

Kathleen Mavourneen -..14 

Keep Me Awake, Mother ! 10 

Kiss Me Before I Die, Mother ! IS 

Liberty - . ...3 

Lula Is Gone - .7 

Let Me Kiss Him For His Mother ..-..„ 37 



72 INBEX. 

Mother, Oh ! Sing Me To Rest IV 

No One To Love. 10 

Nelly Gray 33 

Nid Noddin' 69 

Oh ! Whisper What Thou Feelest - . . . 21 

Oft In The Stilly Night 39 

Oh! Where Is The Rose Bud 1 55 

Parthenia and Ingomar 43 

Paul Vane 45 

Pirate's Chorus 61 

Rory O'Moore. ... .46 

Rock Me To Sleep 47 

Remember, Love, Remember .63 

Rally Round The Flag Boys 66 

Stonewall Jackson's Way 42 

Those Pleasant Days Are Gone 6 

Twinkling Stars Are Laughing, Love 7 

The Officer's Funeral 17 

The Separation 21 

The Conscript's Departure 2S 

The Last Rose Of Summer 33 

The Marseillaise Hymn 38 

The Original Dixie 4U 

The Rock By The Sea 44 

Then You'll Remember Me ,. 48 

The Farmer Boy 50 

The Soldier 51 

The Wild Old Woods 53 

The Wings Of A Dove 54 

The Moon Behind The Hill 55 

The Old English Gentleman 56 

The Pirate's Glee 59 

The Old Sexton 59 

The Capital Knight 60 

The Good Bye at the Door 66 

Take Me Home 67 

Why No One To Love? 24 

Who Will Care For Mother No w ? 2S 

When This Cruel War is Over 41 

Willie, We Have Missed You 52 

Y*s ! I Should Like To Marry 62 







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